Chapter Two
Without thinking she changed back into her human shape and ran from her jungle. Her mind screamed at her to hurry, to run before whoever was there came back. Her rational side only returned to her when she entered the common room and found it empty. Looking at the clock on the wall her face showed her horror when she realized she had just cut half of her classes. She sighed, now she would normally be in the middle of double potions with the other six and seventh years. Snape would not be happy. No, he would probably kill her. Gathering up her courage the red head grabbed her books and ran through the hallways, down to the dungeons quickly, too quick perhaps. But with Snape's wrath about to fall on her she was too nervous to care. When she finally reached the door to the potions room her fear hit her again. This was bound to be painful. Her limbs almost moving on their own accord her hand closed around the doorknob and the door swung open.
Before she even had a chance to breathe Snape descended on her making fun of her, asking about where she had been and threatening her with detention and point deductions. The room spun around Ginny when the scent hit her, the scent. Her hand reached for the nearest thing to her, which happened to be another person, before her vision faded and she slipped away.
Draco Malfoy eyed his professor wearily as the head of Slytherin swooped down on the small read head and started to play with her, wanting to strike fear in her honey brown eyes. Sighing he went back to the bubbling cauldron before him, the potion brewing gave of a sickeningly sweet pink cloud, clogging up his senses, and making his eyes water, a side effect the Snape had warned him of before hand. This potion was renowned for its negative effect on cats. The Slytherin was jolted out of his thoughts when a hand wrapped around his arm. His eyes widened as he caught the read headed girl in his arms. Snape too was dumbfounded at the strange reaction from the girl.
"Take her to the nurse Mister Malfoy."
Without a word of protest the blonde brought the light girl close to his chest and walked out of the room, before her brother, Weasley, noticed and had a fit.
She felt…She felt, well… warm.
Draco looked down at the girl in his arms, as he got further away from the potions room the more his head cleared. Suddenly his heightened awareness returned to him, and he noticed her scent.
Stopping in the middle of a deserted hallway he lay the small girl down and buried his head in her hair. He too felt his vision blackening. But he was too content wrapping his fingers in her hair and purring in pleasure to care.
A/n- Yes, you all have permission to shoot/murder/disfigure me in any way you deem acceptable! I'm sorry to the wonderful people who reviewed on the first chapter, I don't want the story to be a one shot, or anything like that, just…a lot in my life! But I have more time now that some of the things are cleared up! So…this is a teaser, a sort of promise
